In the air above a swamp full of decaying sludge in the Ancient Devil Realm, a dark hole rippled, and a burst of golden light shot out, revealing several human figures beneath it.
It was Han Li and his two companions who had entered the Ancient Devil Realm once again.
Han Li glanced around and frowned slightly.
All around was desolate, not a single person in sight.
After pondering briefly, he spoke no more and released his spiritual sense, scanning the surroundings.
Soon, he discovered a large area of stone buildings on the edge of the nearby swamp.
Towering and short, there were hundreds of rooms, with several protective arrays set around the perimeter.
However, at the moment, the arrays were wide open and no restrictive formations were triggered. A sweep of his spiritual sense over the area showed that it was in disarray, with no sign of any Demon Clan.
